Thursday, September 29, 2005

Wednesday, September 28, 2005

Tão Pouco

Disse tão pouco
Dias curtos.

Dias Curtos,
Noites curtas.
Anos curtos.

Disse tão pouco,
Não tive tempo.

O meu coração cansou-se
Do êxtase,
Do desespero,
Do zelo,
Da esperança.

A boca do Leviatã
Engolia-me.

Deitava-me nu junto ao mar
Nas ilhas desertas.

Arrastava-me para o pélago
A baleia branca do mundo.

E agora não sei
O que foi verdade

Czeslaw Milosz

Tuesday, September 27, 2005

Man is the Baby

Yearning for more than a blue day
I enter your new life for me
Burning for the true day
I welcome your new life for me
Forgive me,
Let live me
Set my spirit free
Losing, it comes in a cold wave
Of guilt and shame all over me
Child has arrived in the darkness
The hollow triumph of a tree
Forgive me, Let live me
Kiss my falling knee
Forgive me, Let live me
Bless my destiny Forgive me,
Let live me Set my spirit free
Weakness sown,
Overgrown
Man is the baby

Antony and the Johnsons

Monday, September 26, 2005



bette davis
"Without wonder and insight, acting is just a trade. With it, it becomes creation"

illustração









© sara fanelli

Sunday, September 25, 2005












© daniel blaufuks













© lilya corneli

Saturday, September 24, 2005

cinema





GERMANIA ANNO ZERO

Alemanha Ano Zero
De Roberto Rossellini
Itália, Alemanha, 1948 - 75 min

"O mais pungente e desesperado filme feito sobre o post-guerra. A crise económica e moral na Alemanha, através do drama de uma criança, sobrevivendo de expedientes e pequenos tráficos, sustentando um pai doente ."










© Ewa Brzozowska

















© cindy sherman

Friday, September 23, 2005

TourAnime em Gaia!


"Dias 24 e 25 de Setembro é a data do TourAnime 2005 em Vila Nova de Gaia. Se gostas de manga, anime, música e tudo aquilo relacionado com a cultura japonesa, não percas mais este evento"

Para saberes o programa do evento clica nos links abaixo:
Programa 1
Programa 2

Thursday, September 22, 2005



oscar wilde
"A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees
the dawn before the rest of the world."

I Married Myself

I married myself
I'm very happy together
I married myself
I'm very happy together
I married myself
I'm very happy together
Long, long walks on the beach, lovely times
I married myself, I'm very happy together
Candlelight dinners home, lovely times
This time it's gonna last, this time it's gonna last
Forever, forever, forever
I married myself
I'm very happy together
I married myself
I'm very happy together
This time it's gonna last, this time it's gonna last
Forever, forever, forever
This time it's gonna last, this time it's gonna last
Forever, forever, forever
I married myself
I'm very happy together
Long, long walks on the beach, lovely times
I married myself, I'm very happy together
Candlelight dinners home, lovely times
This time it's gonna last, this time it's gonna last
Forever, forever, forever
This time it's gonna last, this time it's gonna last
Forever, forever, forever

SPARKS

Wednesday, September 21, 2005

Desert Places

Snow falling and night falling fast, oh, fast
In a field I looked into going past,
And the ground almost covered smooth in snow,
But a few weeds and stubble showing last.
The woods around it have it—it is theirs.
All animals are smothered in their lairs.
I am too absent-spirited to count;
The loneliness includes me unawares.
And lonely as it is, that loneliness
Will be more lonely ere it will be less—
A blanker whiteness of benighted snow
With no expression, nothing to express.
They cannot scare me with their empty spaces
Between stars—on stars where no human race is.
I have it in me so much nearer home
To scare myself with my own desert places

Robert Frost

Tuesday, September 20, 2005

O Vermelho e o Verde

- De que cor é o vermelho?
-É verde.

Quem é o teu pai?
É o revisor do comboio para a lua.

O que é a loucura?
É um braço solitário sorrindo para os meninos.

Quem é Deus?
É um vendador de gravatas.
Como é a cara dele?
É bicuda, com uma maçaneta na ponta.

Mário Cesariny(1932)
Antologia do Cadáver Esquisito

Monday, September 19, 2005



Greta Garbo
"Is there anything better than to be longing for something, when you know it is within reach?"











foto tirada pela gisela

Sunday, September 18, 2005

Whatif

Last night, while I lay thinking here,
some Whatifs crawled inside my ear
and pranced and partied all night long
and sang their same old Whatif song:
Whatif I'm dumb in school?
Whatif they've closed the swimming pool?
Whatif I get beat up?
Whatif there's poison in my cup?
Whatif I start to cry?
Whatif I get sick and die?
Whatif I flunk that test?
Whatif green hair grows on my chest?
Whatif nobody likes me?
Whatif a bolt of lightning strikes me?
Whatif I don't grow talle?
Whatif my head starts getting smaller?
Whatif the fish won't bite?
Whatif the wind tears up my kite?
Whatif they start a war?
Whatif my parents get divorced?
Whatif the bus is late?
Whatif my teeth don't grow in straight?
Whatif I tear my pants?
Whatif I never learn to dance?
Everything seems well, and then
the nighttime Whatifs strike again!

Shel Silverstein

David Bowie actua com Arcade Fire em Nova Iorque

O concerto de quinta-feira dos canadianos Arcade Fire no Central Park, em Nova Iorque, contou com um convidado surpresa: David Bowie
O camaleão subiu para tocar um dos seus temas («Queen Bitch») e «Wake Up», dos Arcade Fire, em conjunto com o grupo.
diario digital

Saturday, September 17, 2005

cinema

A Mostra de Cinema da América Latina, que irá decorrer de 15 a 24 de Setembro, no Fórum Lisboa, é uma iniciativa da Casa da América Latina, da EGEAC e do ABC Cine-Clube, no âmbito do Programa Lisboa em Festa 2005.

Dia 18, domingo
19h - “Whisky”, de Juan Pablo Rebella e Pablo Stoll, Uruguai / Argentina / Espanha / Alemanha
22h - “Bolívar Soy Yo”, de Jorge Alí Triana, Colombia

Dia 19, segunda-feira
19h - “Machuca”, de Andrés Wood, Chile
22h - “Suite Habana”, de Fernando Pérez, Cuba (documentário)

Dia 20, terça-feira
19h – “Un Oso Rojo”, de Adrián Caetano, Argentina
22h - “Crónicas”, de Sebastián Cordero, Equador/México

Dia 21, quarta-feira
19h - “Suite Habana”, de Fernando Pérez, Cuba (documentário)
22h - Curtaméricas: “L' evangile du cochon creole” (Haiti); “Quimera” (Brasil); “Tango del olvido” (Argentina); “Respete Las Señales” (México)

Dia 22, quinta-feira
19h - “Crónicas”, de Sebastián Cordero, Equador/México
22h - “Redentor”, de Claúdio Torres, Brasil Fórum Lisboa Dia 23, sexta-feira
19h - Curtaméricas: “El Chancecito” (Venezuela); “Gatos Placentarios” (Chile); “Noticias para Manuela sobre la muerte de Bolívar” (Bolívia); “La Cama Cinco” (La Invariable Cotidianidad)” (Colômbia)
22h – “Un Oso Rojo, de Adrián Caetano, Argentina

Dia 24, sábado
19h - “Redentor”, de Claúdio Torres, Brasil
22h – “Así es la Vida”, de Arturo Ripstein, México

experimentadesign


O MEIO É A MATÉRIA
nesta edição, a experimentadesign propõe-se invadir lisboa com um programa multidiscipinar de eventos: exposições, conferência/depates/ciclos, e mais...
http://www.experimentadesign.pt
15 setembro >30outubro

Thursday, September 15, 2005

cinema


cinemateca

22 horas


I Walked With A Zombie
De Jacques Tourneur
Estados Unidos, 1943 - 68 min.

Nas Caraíbas, uma enfermeira é encarregada de velar por uma mulher com uma estranha doença que a transforma em Zombie

Wednesday, September 14, 2005

concerto

cinema



HORÁRIO 14H30 – 17H00 – 19H30 - 22H00
BILHETES 3 €

NIMAS

a 13 de Outubro AURORA de F.W. Murnau.

DOCUMENTÁRIOS
Setembro
15,16 MICROCOSMOS, Claude Nuridsany e Marie Pérennou
17,18 OS RESPIGADORES E A RESPIGADORA, Agnés Varda
19, 20 MONDOVINO, Jonathan Nossiter
21, 22 BUENA VISTA SOCIAL CLUB, Wim Wenders
23, 24 BELARMINO, Fernando Lopes
25, 26 TARNATION, Jonathan Caouette
27, 28 BOWLING FOR COLUMBINE, Michael Moore

CLÁSSICOS DE CULTO
Setembro/Outubro
29, 30 VERTIGO - A MULHER QUE VIVEU DUAS VEZES, Alfred Hitchcock
1, 2 AMARCORD, Federico Fellini
3, 4 VONTADE INDÓMITA, King Vidor
5, 6 O ACOSSADO, Jean - Luc Godard
7, 8 WANDA, Barbara Loden
9, 10 A SEDE DO MAL, Orson Welles
11, 12 A SOMBRA DO CAÇADOR, Charles Laughton


Abstraction

When beauty is abstracted
Then ugliness has been implied;
When good is abstracted
Then evil has been implied.
So alive and dead are abstracted from nature,
Difficult and easy abstracted from progress,
Long and short abstracted from contrast,
High and low abstracted from depth,
Song and speech abstracted from melody,
After and before abstracted from sequence.
The sage experiences without abstraction,
And accomplishes without action;
He accepts the ebb and flow of things,
Nurtures them, but does not own them,
And lives, but does not dwell.

Lao Zi
Apago cigarro após cigarro,
a chávena ainda quente do café,
e o corpo todo à escuta.
No sono entrevi o teu olhar e
ao visitar-te, excessivamente te beijei.
Entre temor, entre comas, os lugares
que habito são apenas pontos
de esquecimento e fuga.

Tenho medo, por vezes, de estar em casa,
outras, de sair, não sei o que me persegue
ou persigo, movo-me apenas
por entre odores, escombros, e aflita
com perigos indefiníveis


HELGA MOREIRA

Messy Room

Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
His underwear is hanging on the lamp.
His raincoat is there in the overstuffed chair,
And the chair is becoming quite mucky and damp.
His workbook is wedged in the window,
His sweater's been thrown on the floor.
His scarf and one ski are beneath the TV,
And his pants have been carelessly hung on the door.
His books are all jammed in the closet,His vest has been left in the hall.
A lizard named Ed is asleep in his bed,
And his smelly old sock has been stuck to the wall.
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
Donald or Robert or Willie or--Huh?
You say it's mine? Oh, dear,
I knew it looked familiar!

Shel Silverstein

Monday, September 12, 2005

Casida of the Lament

I have shut my balcony
because I do not want to hear the weeping,
but from behind the grey walls
nothing else is heard but the weeping.

There are very few angels that sing,
there are very few dogs that bark,
a thousand violins fit into the palm of my hand.

But the weeping is an immense dog,
the weeping is an immense angel,
the weeping is an immense violin,
the tears muzzle the wind,
nothing else is heard but the weeping


Federico García Lorca

James Dean
"Dream as if you'll live forever, and live as if you'll die tomorrow"

Sunday, September 11, 2005

humor


o link para o trailer - comedian
http://www.omelete.com.br/superomelete/filmes/paginas/comedian.asp
e o link para o site- the adventures of seinfeld and superman
http://www.wddg.com/projects/superman_seinfeld/

silly walk

cold wind

In the middle of the summer
im not sleeping
cold wind blowing
in the middle of the night
they try to find me but im still driving
if your going to San Francisco
lay some flowers on the grave stone
theres music on the station and im just listening to cold wind
whistling
and if they ever find me tell the papers cold wind cold wind
cold cold wind blowing
cold wind blowing
Hey hey hey
something aint right
something aint right
and if they ever find me
tell the papers
cold wind cold wind
cold cold wind blowing
cold wind blowing
cold wind blowing
cold wind blowing
cold wind blowing

arcade fire

who´s there

ilustração

Saturday, September 10, 2005

Leão de Ouro para Hayao Miyazaki


Aos 64 anos, Hayao Miyazaki, o mestre da animação japonesa, recebeu ontem o Leão de Ouro de Carreira do 62.º Festival de Veneza. O reservado autor de Porco Rosso, A Viagem de Chihiro e Owl's Moving Castle não gosta de aparecer em público e quis declinar a honra dizendo a Marco Muller, o director do festival, que ainda não era suficientemente velho para a receber. "Mas ele respondeu-me que no ano passado tinham dado o Leão de Ouro a Clint Eastwood, que continua activo e logo a seguir ganhou um Óscar com Million Dollar Baby, e não tive mais argumentos para recusar...", contou Miyazaki. O criador dos Estúdios Ghibli é um grande admirador de Itália, que diz ser "a antítese do Japão, onde tudo é igual. Em Itália, é tudo bara bara", isto é, "diferente".
esta notícia está no dn

listen


In case we die
Architecture in helsinki
um grupo australianos de Melbourne
Não parei de ouvir este albúm
é bom sentir triste, um misto de bem estar e nostalgia
aseguir aos arcade com o album funeral este encontra-se no dos meus favoritos 9/10
Orson Welles
"We're born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we're not alone."

obrigada cathy pela informação, da exposição da Frida Kahlo no Tate modern até 9 de outubro, é pena eu não poder ir, mas quem for a londres não percam a exposição
http://www.tate.org.uk/modern/exhibitions/kahlo/

John Wayne Gacy, Jr.

His father was a drinker
And his mother cried in bed
Folding John Wayne's T-shirts
When the swingset hit his head
The neighbors they adored him
For his humor and his conversation
Look underneath the house there
Find the few living things
Rotting fast in their sleep of the dead
Twenty-seven people, even more
They were boys with their cars, summer jobs
Oh my God Are you one of them?
He dressed up like a clown for them
With his face paint white and red
And on his best behavior
In a dark room on the bed he kissed them all
He'd kill ten thousand people
With a sleight of his hand
Running far, running fast to the dead
He took of all their clothes for them
He put a cloth on their lips
Quiet hands, quiet kiss
On the mouth
And in my best behavior I am really just like him
Look beneath the floorboards
For the secrets I have hid

Sufjan Stevens

blog

Thursday, September 08, 2005

Design


Design I found a dimpled spider, fat and white,
On a white heal-all, holding up a moth
Like a white piece of rigid satin cloth--
Assorted characters of death and blight
Mixed ready to begin the morning right,
Like the ingredients of a witches' broth--
A snow-drop spider, a flower like a froth,
And dead wings carried like a paper kite.

What had that flower to do with being white,
The wayside blue and innocent heal-all?
What brought the kindred spider to that height,
Then steered the white moth thither in the night?
What but design of darkness to appall?--
If design govern in a thing so small.

Robert Frost

As três palavras mais estranhas

Quando pronuncio a palavra Futuro,
a primeira sílaba pertence já ao passado.
Quando pronuncio a palavra Silêncio,
destruo-o.
Quando pronuncio a palavra Nada,
crio algo que não cabe em nenhuma não-existência.

Wislawa Szymborska

cinema


FRAU IM MONDA
Mulher na Lua
De Fritz Lang

"Esta história de uma expedição à Lua em busca de ouro é também uma história de amor, de cobiça, de luta contra o destino e de fracasso, como todos os filmes de Lang. "

Cinemateca
terça feira dia 13
21:30

Wednesday, September 07, 2005


bartoon

Mike Keefe

William S. Burroughs
"How I hate those who are dedicated to producing conformity."